The Rose

Some say love, it is a river That drowns the tender reed.Some say love, it is a razor That leaves your soul to bleed.Some say love, it is a hunger An endless aching need.I say love, it is a flowerAnd you, its only seed It's the heart, afraid of breaking That never learns to dance.It's the dream, afraid of waking That never takes the chance It's the one who won't be taken Who cannot seem to give.And the soul, afraid of dying That never learns to live. When the night has been too lonely And the road has been too long And you think that love is onlyfor the lucky and the strong.Just remember in the winter Far beneath the bitter snow Lies the seed That with the sun's love, in the spring Becomes the rose......